"I think I need time." I mumbled.
"I'm sorry." He sighed.
"Look, I know you are. But a relationship where I hear 'I'm sorry' more than 'I love you' just isn't healthy." I said, holding back tears.
I wish I could leave, but it was my house.
"I think you should go." I said at last.
Andrew nodded and collected his things, leaving.
I didn't eat dinner, I wasn't hungry. I slept. That's when I knew something was wrong, when I wanted to sleep. Usually I didn't want to sleep, I didn't want to sleep when Andrew and I were together because, life was like a dream and I couldn't imagine it any better. But today I could. Today could have gone so much better.
The next day I didn't eat. Still wasn't hungry. Still wanted to sleep.
My father called me in as sick. I still haven't heard a word from Andrew.
I wasn't sure if I should reach out him or not. Should I text him? I mean, are we over? Was that it?
I laid in my bed crying.
There was a sudden crash of glass, and I found myself really wishing Andrew was there. But this time he wasn't.
"Ma'am." I heard a voice call.
"Look I don't have time for your bullshit! okay?! Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you!" I shouted from my room.
"That's the problem!" He yelled back.
"I want you!" I wish I could say the voice registered and it was Andrew. I wish I could say he came to save me from this nightmare. But I can't, I would never lie to you.
He was no hero. He wasn't even the average nice guy, I don't what he was. Maybe he was the villain. But even a villain would send a text.
"Why?!" I shouted, feeling my cold tears of sorrow turn to boiling tears of hate.
"Miss your father sent us." His voice softened, he opened my door slowly.
"He's in the hospital." it wasn't a goon. It also wasn't Andrew, it wasn't anyone I knew. Just an average man.
